Nobody, but nobody, moved.
Nobody gave another eye contact.
I’ve never seen anyone in China back out of a congested situation. And they didn’t: this culture doesn’t back down. And then the van, going in the other direction from the garbage truck, simply inched forward. Space compressed; it always does here.
“Don’t look at anybody,
don’t recognize anything,
but shimmy your way around,
over and through.”
Olivia Wu, a staff writer for The Chronicle